Devious Resolutions

by Ashleigh Giannoccaro

  GLAM rips off my mask and tosses it away, before meeting his mouth with mine. We kiss hungrily.

  Pulling away, GLAM glowers at Cord. “You’re going to come, hypocrite. You’re going to come and then I’m going to kill you.”

  Cord shakes his head, but all it takes is a nod from GLAM to Peter. Peter apparently knows the drill. He lubes up two fingers before pushing them into Cord’s ass. Cord screams, tears running down his cheeks.

  “Show him,” GLAM tells Peter.

  From experience, because I know GLAM would have shared this knowledge, Peter is pressing deep inside of Cord, pushing the hot button that all men—gay or straight—come undone with. Cord chokes when GLAM grips his cock. He cries as they bring him pleasure. His semen shoots out, splattering the floor at our feet.

  “Ew, I think I got some on my shoe.” GLAM laughs. “You jizzed for two twinks,” he chides. “Dirty, dirty asswipe.”

  As Cord flips the fuck out, GLAM walks over to his toy cabinet. He selects a rather large butt plug with a pink, feathery tail.

  “Peteeeerrr!” GLAM sings as he opens the bottle of lube. “Play me some music. I want to dance.”

  Peter bounces over to the touchpad and accesses the music playlist. Soon, the beat of “Cleanin’ Out My Closet” by Eminem thrums through the overhead speakers. GLAM shakes his fine ass as he rubs lube all over the pear-sized butt plug. I watch him hungrily, licking my lips.

  Soon, Chase. Soon you can put that pretty dick in your mouth. For now, we play.

  “Spread ’em, asswipe,” GLAM taunts, slapping Cord’s hairy ass.

  Five bucks says he’s clenching his ass. Big mistake, asshole.

  “Oh, no. Oopsie, this is gonna hurt!” GLAM warns with a laugh.

  GLAM flashes Peter a wicked grin as he grips Cord’s hip, pressing the head of the butt plug into Cord’s clenched hole. He screams as GLAM pushes it into his ass. Once it settles and all that can be seen is the feathery tail hanging low between his thighs, GLAM run his fingers through the feathers.

  GLAM’s dark, devious eyes meet mine. My dick twitches within its cage, poking and strangling me. Sweat beads on my chest as I struggle to keep control on my dick.

  “Rage,” he purrs as he makes his way back over to me. “Suck my dick if you really love me.” He waves his manicured hand in the air in a dramatic fashion. “I want Cord to see.”

  I greedily tug at the button on his leather shorts, practically ripping the zipper down. Then, I peel the shorts from him. Seeing his gorgeous dick, knowing I’ll get to suck on it soon, has my own cock begging to be released.

  “Remove your kilt but keep the boots on,” he instructs, his black lips curling up in a devious way. “The boots are hot as fuck.”

  I pull off my leather kilt. When I look down at my caged cock, I notice how angry and purple my balls are. Even when it hurt like hell in the past, I have always loved when GLAM would abuse the most sensitive part of my body. He bites on his bottom lip. Fuck, he’s sexy as hell.

  “Play with Cord, gummy bear, so he doesn’t get lonely,” GLAM instructs Peter.

  Rather than fucking Cord—like I expect—Peter stabs him in the side beneath his ribs with the screwdriver. Cord howls, which only serves to make my dick harder as I revel in his pain. I suppose I am sadistic too.

  I fall to one knee, my hands eager to touch GLAM. To fucking taste him. One palm grips and caresses his ass cheek as the other handles his huge, veiny cock. My tongue teases his tip, making him hiss in pleasure. I used to be a teasing little cocksucker—something that drove him wild in our younger years. Used to drive him insane with the best blowjobs ever. I wrap my full lips around his shaft and work more magic with my tongue. I glance up at him. He regards me with admiration for my work. His heavy crown on his head slides forward and he barely catches it from tumbling. Hot as fuck, dirty, devious prince. With one hand, he holds it upright so he can look at me and strokes my hair with the other. When we were younger, he could get me to do anything as long as he stroked my hair and called me his.

  Peter stabs Cord in all the soft places of his body. He’s not strong like GLAM. Peter doesn’t have muscles or strength. But GLAM lets his pet play until he can inflict the real damage.

  And it’s coming.

  With GLAM, it’s always coming.

  “Peter, remove his butt plug,” GLAM calls out.

  Peter bounces over to Cord, twirling his screwdriver like a baton. Cord roars when Peter yanks it from his ass. Bright red blood drips to the floor. “Oops, GLAM,” Peter says, looking around Cord at him with a glint of worry in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to pull so hard. His ass is prolapsed.”

  Peter is slightly sadistic like GLAM, apparently, based on the wicked gleam in his eyes.

  “Blood is pretty,” Peter whispers kind of creepily.

  GLAM laughs as Cord howls, turning his attention back to me. Our eyes meet and I revel in the possessive glint in his gaze.

  “That’s it,” he urges, petting my hair, sending curls of happiness vining around my heart. “Take this fat cock in your little throat. You may be a big man now, but your throat is still tight as fuck, right, lollipop?”

  I nod, desperate to swallow every bit of him down, before gripping his thighs, pushing farther down his length. My throat constricts and I gag, but I take him deeply in my throat. He moans in pleasure, thrusting against my hot mouth. A whimper escapes me as my cock strains against the pins inside the restrictive cage. I know he’ll make it all better, though. He always does.

  When I fondle his heavy sac, GLAM cries out in pleasure. He fucks my face hard enough that tears streak down my cheeks as I struggle to breathe. But I don’t have to breathe. I’d die getting facefucked by fucking Austin Mallari if that’s what it came to. Love and obsession make you do really crazy things. He comes with a grunt. Hot, salty semen floods my mouth. I greedily drink it down. Every last drop.

  For one moment, our eyes meet. His gaze is soft, like I remember, when we’d spend hours after fucking and would talk about everything under the sun.

  “You always were such a good boy, lollipop,” he croons, stepping away, his flaccid cock dripping with my slobber. “Now let’s finish this up. I have two boys to kiss at midnight and one to fuck. Chop-chop, babies!”

  Glam

  I watch with glee as Rage delivers blow after blow with his fists into Cord’s gut. Cord has vomited up vodka—sick! And Peter has hosed him down—good gummy bear! Now that I finally have Cord here, exacting revenge, I can’t help but feel at peace. I didn’t realize how tumultuous my mind and heart were. With Rage here, I am calmer. Hopeful. Happy.

  “Enough,” I bark out, ending Rage’s furious tirade.

  He staggers away, violence gleaming in his green eyes. I retrieve the key and free his handsome dick. His hand clutches my shoulder as he hisses in pain.

  “Lovely shade of purple,” I praise, licking my lips. “And you know how I love red.” I tug on his cock that bears tiny red pin pricks all over.

  He crashes his lips to mine, hungry and feral. I allow him to kiss me like he wants while I jerk off his poor, beautiful dick. He sucks my tongue into his mouth, grunting. Heat shoots at my stomach, signifying his release.

  “Good boy.” I bite at his bottom lip. “Now get your ass ready for me while I end this.”

  Rage stumbles away, drunk on love and orgasms, on a mission for the lube bottle. I walk over to Cord, staring at the man who is rapidly losing blood from all of Peter’s holes.

  “Do you want this?” Peter asks, holding up my arm jewelry. I love my razor-sharp snake tail bracelet.

  Nodding, I offer my hand to him so he can put it on. Once it’s in place, I step back over to Cord. “You’re pathetic. You always were. The fact you thought you could go toe-to-toe with me—your motherfucking king—is laughable. I’m the hero and the villain in this fairy tale. And you’re not even in this story.”

  I dig the snake’s tail into his throat, aiming for his fat vein, and gouge into him. He mo
ans as I drag it down the side of his neck, flaying him. A thick gush of crimson shoots from his neck like a fountain. I’m not so interested in the way he bleeds out. No, I’m more interested in watching Rage push lubricated fingers into his ass to ready himself for my dick once more.

  “Peeeteeeer!” I sing.

  “Yes, pooks?”

  “What time is it?”

  He prances over to the touchpad on the wall. “Eleven forty-nine.”

  “We’re early,” I say. “Come here, gummy bear.”

  I pull him into my arms and kiss his forehead. “You get a raise tomorrow.”

  His head tilts to the side as he regards me. “I don’t need money.”

  “No, sweetie,” I purr. God, he’s so adorable. “I’m going to let you have a boyfriend. I’ll have to approve of him, naturally, but I think you deserve to be treated.”

  He bats his lashes at me and smiles. “I can?”

  “Yes, darling. Now would you prefer a Rage of a man or a me?”

  His eyes cut over to Rage. “Him.”

  He wants to top. Interesting. This cute boy always surprises me. “Your wish is granted. You’ll have your pretty dick inside a big, feral man by the end of the week. I promise, love. Now get this cleaned up. The sooner you finish, the sooner you can watch the show.”

  Peter happily bounds off to look for his hose, no doubt. I have other plans.

  “Come, lollipop,” I bark at Rage. “Get on my bed and put your lovely ass in the air.”

  Rage saunters off, dripping of swagger and sex. I want to positively eat him up. It’s always so easy to forgive the beautiful ones. Stalking after my prey, I toss my crown aside with a loud clatter and kick off my shoes. My dick is already hard and aching again. Chase and I used to be able to go and go and go like little bunnies. It seems that time has changed nothing. I’m still the lean and cut guy with a basketball player’s build. But Rage? He’s morphed into a delicious hulk of a man who bears cuts I inflicted. Some are so deep he’ll die many years from now as an old man with them still marking his flesh. My dick jumps at that thought.

  Gripping his hips, I waste no time pushing into his ass. He moans at the intrusion but then rocks against me, eager for more. I fuck him hard, fast, brutal. And when I hear sweet little Peter beating his pretty meat in the corner of the room, I can’t help but come deep inside Rage’s ass. Slowly, I pull out, admiring how fucking juicy my dick looks with Rage’s tight ass wrapped around it.

  If I could contort my body in a way I could suck my own cock, I would.

  Luckily, Rage is a good cocksucker who loves to serve me.

  My dick will still get the royal treatment.

  “Come give Daddy a kiss good night,” I call out to Peter as I pull all the way out of Rage, who slumps face first onto the bed.

  Peter’s dick hangs out of his little shorts, dripping with cum. It bounces as he walks over to me. His cheeks are flushed and his blue eyes twinkle.

  “Love you, gummy bear,” I tell him, kissing his adorable lips. “Go watch my party like a good boy. We’ll deal with the body in the morning.”

  As he leaves, I give his bottom a swat. Then, I shut off the lights in the room. I crawl my tired, sweaty, blood-caked body into bed. Rage, like a shadow falling at night, sidles up beside me, curling his body over mine. His heavy leg tangles with mine while his fingers tease my chest.

  “Did I do a good job?” he asks, his voice husky and deep. So eager to please. I have always adored this about him.

  “Perfect, lollipop. You are perfect.”

  Lazily, I stroke my fingernails along his scalp. The whimper that escapes him is a happy one. In the dark, with Rage in my arms once again, I can’t help but feel like Chase and Austin. Two teenagers with a fucked up sex life. Two teenagers in love.

  “You can never leave me,” I whisper, my threat sweet but violent.

  I’ll destroy him. Just like Peter, he is mine. Whatever job he had or whatever life he made is gone. That life doesn’t exist for him anymore. Rage is mine.

  “I’ll never go,” he vows.

  His words cut open my chest and burrow deep inside my heart that I thought died a decade ago. I feel this promise in every cell of my body.

  “You’re a good boy, Chase.”

  He snuggles closer, kissing my neck. “I love you, Austin.”

  When he bites me, I giggle. “I know.”

  The End